Before eleven o'clock at night, Wang Ai came out of the gym wrapped in a colorful bathrobe and waved to the curious night shift guard. It happened that Xu Qinglian had just come out of Shi Wenjun's room, so the two went upstairs together.
"So early today?" Xu Qinglian held Wang Ai's arm.
"Yeah." Wang Ai replied dully: "I answered the phone at noon and didn't sleep much, so I went early in the evening."
"Oh." Xu Qinglian responded and touched Wang Ai's hair: "Okay, dry it, then go to sleep."
Wang Ai didn't pay attention to Xu Qinglian's implication. Instead, he touched his head and frowned, which happened to be seen by Xu Qinglian who had just opened the door and turned around.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Wang Ai raised his head and frowned and thought for a while: "I seem to have a headache."
Xu Qinglian tested the temperature on her forehead and said, "I guess I just haven't had enough rest. Go to bed."
Wang Ai agreed, took off his bathrobe and hung it on the hanger, walked to the bed, turned over on the bed, turned sideways and closed his eyes.
Xu Qinglian went to the bathroom to tidy up and came out, turning off the chandelier in the bedroom, leaving only a wall lamp. She walked gently to the desk and turned on the computer. After all, she still couldn't let go of her career.
After dealing with a troublesome customer, I watched the customer successfully place an order for a Missoni sweater and then leaned back in the chair and breathed a sigh of relief. Only then did I think of my boyfriend. I quickly turned around to look, but I was surprised.
I found that my boyfriend had sat up from the bed at some point, leaning on the head of the bed with his eyes open and saying nothing.
Like dementia.
Xu Qinglian was startled, and suddenly remembered her boyfriend's acting talent and prank talent, so she laughed and said, "What are you doing, scaring me?"
"No." Wang Ai shook his head: "The time is wrong, I can't sleep, I haven't exercised enough, I still want to move, but I don't have the energy. It's like quantitative easing when the economy is slowing down, but if prices rise while the economy stagnates, there's nothing we can do
The only thing we can do is delay. This is called stagflation."
Xu Qinglian held the back of the chair, looked at her boyfriend and chuckled: "You are mentally retarded."
"Ah, I feel a little bit stagflation right now." Wang Ai nodded, and after more than ten seconds of silence he understood what his girlfriend meant. He raised his head and glanced at his girlfriend, not having the energy to argue: "Stagflation is only a period of low-intensity economic activity.
Time will allow all negative factors to slowly recede before we can be completely relieved, well..."
Xu Qinglian said nothing this time and looked at her boyfriend with a smile. It seemed that her philosopher boyfriend was used to looking for theoretical basis when solving his own problems. Only under the guidance of theory could his behavior be justified. Unexpectedly,
The boyfriend muttered that part and then pondered for a while, then suddenly lifted the quilt from the bed and got down to the ground.
Xu Qinglian thought he was going to the toilet, but unexpectedly he walked over to her and sat down, pushed her shoulder and pointed to the gap under the table: "Go in, go in."
Xu Qinglian stood up unexpectedly and secretly looked at the door: "What are you doing again?"
Leng Buding got a slap on the butt. Seeing that her boyfriend was uncomfortable, she squatted down and took two steps back. She looked up at her boyfriend in the small space. As expected, she simulated it in her mind many times.
The scene appeared.
Wang Ai leaned back on the chair, twirling Xu Qinglian's hard hair, soft earlobes, and delicate face with one hand, and pointed at his head with the other hand: "Stop the biological clock."
Then he pointed at Xu Qinglian’s head: “Low-intensity exercise.”
Xu Qinglian really wants to take a bite, what nonsense is this!
Feeling his girlfriend breathe out from his nose, Wang Ai lowered his head, but Xu Qinglian stretched out his hands to block his sight, and took the time to say: "Don't look!"
Wang Ai lay down again with a hey, and just as he snorted in comfort, his girlfriend pinched him from below, which was so painful!
After a while, Wang Ai felt better, and his girlfriend seemed tired, so he straightened up, pushed gently, and pulled his girlfriend out: "You want to limit the use tomorrow? Come on, give it to me while you can still use it.
How many high C’s do you have?”
Xu Qinglian hit Wang Ai a few times, turned around and went to the bathroom to rinse her mouth. When she came back, she saw her boyfriend lying on his side enchantingly, waving a pillow towel at her: "Uncle, come and play!"
Xu Qinglian smiled and rushed forward to fight with her boyfriend.
Wang Ai's condition was indeed not good tonight, but it was still easy to deal with Xu Qinglian. After a few high-pitched and loud coloraturas hit the roof, the bedroom calmed down. Soon, the two people with their intertwined bodies were facing each other in each other's breath.
And sleep.
In the early morning of the next day, Wang Ai completely recovered. He kissed his sleeping girlfriend's beautiful face, packed up and went downstairs for morning exercises. He Wei and Tao Wei also came with them, but Tao Wei stopped doing intense exercises after Wang Ai's suggestion.
Instead of exercising, he and He Wei walked side by side along the mountain road with their hands behind their backs.
Thanks to Wang Ai, this small town has a very friendly attitude towards Chinese people, and the two of them actually developed a feeling of "the second Tübingen" in the past few days.
When Wang Ai came back sweating profusely, the two of them were playing badminton on the grass in front of the villa. Also playing were Shi Wenjun, Kang Si and several guards. Wang Ai smiled at his healthy and lively friends, who often stayed in the same family.
People influence each other. When Wang Ai trains, they also love sports. In turn, they love sports, which makes Wang Ai more accustomed to training.
Although the mileage is almost the same, Wang Ai also dribbled the ball and ran four sections, and the amount of exercise was greater than that of his fellow guards. Therefore, Yan Zhu, Zhao Dan and the others did not sweat as much as Wang Ai. It was almost enough to wash their faces when they came back.
Now, Wang Ai has to take a bath.
When he came to the restaurant, Wang Ai heard it: "Hey, today is Laba porridge?"
Xu Qinglian was still chopping vegetables while wearing an apron: "Well, I'm here to help you with your brain."
Wang Ai knew that his girlfriend was laughing at him, or maybe she was resentful of last night, so he smiled and took the cat and dog food and went out to serve the two masters.
Friends came back one after another, sitting in a mess on the floor, eating and reading newspapers one after another. This was also Wang Ai's habit. His time was too tight and he had no time to read the newspaper slowly. He didn't believe that eating and reading delayed digestion.
Instead, he believes that gastrointestinal digestion can rely on instinct, and the less interference from the brain, the better. He does not believe that the brain can drain all the blood from the gastrointestinal tract.
Western medicine is like this. It plays well with the local part but lacks the overall view. Once it crosses the boundary from the local part to the whole, it often becomes a joke. It is not good to eat eggs today, good to eat eggs tomorrow, and bad to eat eggs the day after tomorrow. This is all what they say.
As usual, today's newspaper is a continuation of Wang Ai's "number one on the double list" yesterday, but it is a little more in-depth, such as interviews with some celebrities, etc., which were only published in the newspaper today. However, after a day of turmoil yesterday, Wang Ai is also a bit dull.
, skipped these and looked for other news in the corners.
Not to mention that I really found something special after this look. A reporter interviewed Ibrahimovic's agent. It is said that Ibrahimovic is considering a transfer.
Third update...
By the way, no one has time to read during the Chinese New Year.
This chapter has been completed!